[ Sophia grooms Big Boy's mane in answer, with a warm draping of solicitousness transmitted through the ephemeral connection of Omens. She knows about having a frightened Sleeper, held apart and away from themselves, and whatever suffices as her heart bruises for her fellow Omen and that laughing, golden-eyed girl.
If she has more to say, it's cut short by Big Boy nosing into a dusty backroom, where the body of Sophia's Sleeper stretches out his arms and blinks as the right soul surfaces behind the right eyes. He is fuzzy with absence, and so doesn't question the apparition of this unknown Omen until Sophia flickers a call to attention to him, as she often does. ]
Hello. [ His voice is scratchy as he sits up, rubbing at cheek creased with red lines of pressure. ] You're Gideon's, aren't you?
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If she has more to say, it's cut short by Big Boy nosing into a dusty backroom, where the body of Sophia's Sleeper stretches out his arms and blinks as the right soul surfaces behind the right eyes. He is fuzzy with absence, and so doesn't question the apparition of this unknown Omen until Sophia flickers a call to attention to him, as she often does. ]
Hello. [ His voice is scratchy as he sits up, rubbing at cheek creased with red lines of pressure. ] You're Gideon's, aren't you?